Cloud

Cloud was a very oddly pale palomino stallion mustang. He cantered into these lands and looked around. Yes yes this would be a good place to live.He lowered his mug to graze.

Sioux & Blackhoof

The lone mare had given birth to a stillborn that year, but she had refused to let it lay in decent. Instead, she stood beside it for nearly two weeks before her son had beckoned her to leave. Sioux tried finding her herd, but the hopelessness with that was high after the floods that washed the land. Sioux was lost, but she wouldn't admit it. Sioux had come to this prairie a bit nervous, and suspected bachelors to be thriving there. Instead, she saw a pale palomino stallion grazing peacefully. Sioux stopped, nostrils flared.

Blackhoof, a spirited yearling-almost-two, followed his mother. He was almost ready to leave and start his living as a bachelor, but he still wasn't quit ready for that life. Besides, Blackhoof wasn't sexually mature, either.

Cloud

Cloud lifted his head up as he smelt a mare and another colt. His ears flicked forward and he watched them. His instincts told him to grab the mare and take her as his. he didn't know who the colt was and really could careless. He moved off toward the mare and colt.

Sioux & Blackhoof

Sioux looked at the stallion, he was considerably younger then she, but what did that matter to nature. Sioux looked at Cloud, the regal and stunning stallion moved with such elegance. Sioux just stood there, watching and she pulled at the grass for a second. As he neared, though, Sioux stood her ground.

Blackhoof watched the older stallion, flicking his banner and snorting. Show off, Blackhoof mused to himself. Blackhoof would start his own herd sooner or later.